exsiliumlogs | MAKEOVER PARTY [closed]

[Rise - currently looking like Cairistiona Vyeth - actually manages to find her way to Adam's place. Probably with a bunch of help from people she passed along the way.

She considered wearing Cairi's armor out, since she wanted her to be a bit more like a paladin or whatever out in public, but it wouldn't have really been appropriate for a makeover and shopping. So instead, she got dressed up in a nice tight miniskirt and loose, flowy top she bought for Cairi's body. With opaque tights because she doesn't want to be too revealing in someone else's body, and of course, very nice heels. With all that, plus the hair and makeup, she's definitely showing her credentials on making a blonde woman who usually wears armor everywhere fashionable and feminine.

Hoping she didn't get lost somewhere along the way or mix up the address, she knocks on the door...]

*As Rise reaches the door, another bodyswapped woman comes into view from around the corner.

Pidonus has chosen to keep Yuna's long, flowy pants, but has replaced her shirt with a basic full tunic, and placed a couple of pins to keep her bangs to the side. She seems intent on not spoiling someone else's body, but is choosing a fair bit of practicality.*

I'm guessing you're here for the same reason as I?

Oh, are you here to help with her makeover too?

[Technically, she supposes it's his makeover, since it's a guy in her body, but he's doing it for her, so... that works, right?]

But of course. Even have some supplies to work with.

*Pidonus reaches out, bringing a bag full of fabric, some sewing supplies, and a cloth measuring tape to the fore.*

While the measuring won't take long, I intend to go all out here. Because frankly that's going to make me think less about this not being my body and that's a good thing.

[Rise smiles at the sight of the presented supplies.]

Perfect! I couldn't find a measuring tape anywhere!

[At the mention of the other woman not being in her own body, Rise shrugs.]

At least we're still girls.

[Making a bit of an assumption there, Rise.

And she follows up with a sly smirk at their intended victim's expense.]

Do you think he has any idea what he's in for?

Probably not.

*Pidonus laughs a little.*

I mean, measuring out someone alone, that's pretty involved.

Yeah...

[Rise giggles a bit at the thought. As an idol, she's had to deal with a lot of costume and outfit fittings back home.]

Hope she's ready to stand in for tailoring and alterations!

[Rise just met this girl - and neither of them is in the right body right now - but she already likes her.]

I'm Rise Kujikawa, by the way. I'm... uh, this body is a... friend's.

["Friend" doesn't really seem to cover it, but Rise's only known Cairistiona for a little over a week now. So it'll have to do.]

My name is Pidonus. I... Well, I dunno whose body this is precisely yet?

[ SO ADAM WASN'T ABLE TO FIND ANY MEASURING TAPE. And he was so sure he had some lying around somewhere, but it seems like there's no time to go out and get some anymore, given there's already a knock on the door. ]

Shit.

[ He's used to people being late, so it's sort of unexpected. He somewhat hastily hides the Cthulhu plush and then disposes of some beer cans (it is a mystery where he got those from, given he got rid of his fridge stocked with booze the other day), but it does little to make his apartment look any less like a mess.

He just still can't be bothered, especially given how moderately tipsy he is, and well, he knows that Samus doesn't mind.

After a minute or two, he finally gets the door, looking pretty much exactly like he did on the videofeed before. By now, the only thing affecting his sense of balance really is the booze, and not certain assets, thankfully. ]

Hi, sorry for taking so long. [ Oh, it's both of them, how convenient. ] Uh, just come in and make yourself comfortable. I still gotta look for the tape measure, if you want something to drink there's stuff in the fridge.

It's a good thing I got a cloth tape, huh?

*And fabrics. And other supplies, if the bag's size is any clue.*

Metal ones aren't good for most body measurements, anyways - we need 'along the curve' measurements if we're going to make this come out as best we can.

Hi!

[After a cheerful wave, Rise gives the other blonde a curious look. She would have thought she'd put some clothes on, but she'd just have to get undressed for the measurements anyway, so it's just as well.

... Even though she's in a pretty well-built body herself, she's still jealous looking at her. She can't even tell she's a guy in a woman's body or anything, and she's seen a few of those!]

It, uh... looks like you're adjusting pretty well...

[Don't stare, Rise. She's just another woman. Even if she is really a guy, or whatever.]

Anyway, Pidonus-san... I can help with the measurements if you need it! I've never done it by myself, but I work in showbiz back home!

[Which means she's been on the other side of it more often, but she at least knows how it works. She eyes the fabric and the bag.]

Are you actually gonna make something for her?

[Because if so, that's even better than just shopping!]

[ Well, despite his current physique, Adam's walk isn't very feminine, so he probably could use some help with that as well.

He raises a brow, gesturing he two girls inside and closing the door behind them. Looks like he got the right ones for this... Adam's not completely clueless when it comes to fashion, but second opinions are important, and it's not like he knows how to apply makeup of all things ~~or how to walk in high heels.~~

... It's rather sad he's questioning none of this, but given how long he's been here, it's really hard to be weirded out by anything anymore. ]

I was actually planning to just go shopping, but if you can make something specifically fitted for her on top of that that would be great.

[ ... Still needs some undergarments and shoes, though. ]

Don't think I'd be able to find the type of dress I had in mind for her.

[ The fashion style of his time is very... peculiar. Adam heads down the few steps to the main living area. ]

Well... With good measurements we can handle the undergarments first. Good shoes, if you want to bother - of course, that could take hours.

For the dress, if you've got some references, I can tailor up something. If we want to take the money to go hit shops and get bases, I'm pretty good at modifying pieces, in my opinion.

Edited (I pasted in an icon from a character in a different game...) 2013-03-12 01:51 (UTC)

[Meanwhile, Rise is examining "Samus'" body language and movements.]

You'll have to walk a little differently if you're planning on heels, too. [Unless she wants to trip over herself.] I can work with hair and makeup once we've got a basic outfit!

[She glances to Pidonus, but she doesn't really have any further suggestions yet without input from their canvas...]

[ Gee, these girls are so enthusiastic, but that's exactly what he needs. ]

What's wrong with my walk?

[ Oh nothing Adam, it's just that you still walk like a caveman. Only that his center of gravity is no longer in his back, but in his front... speaking of front, he pulls down his top a little as it has been riding up somewhat. Samus is really rather... uh... well, she has good genes. ]

And unfortunately I don't think we can spend more than one day with this. I've got something planned for the evening and she's probably gonna drop by, too. Let's just see what we can get done.

[ He flops down on the couch; there's a bunch of notes on the table in front of him. ]

I'm not the best artist but I could probably draw up a rough sketch of what I was picturing. Wanna take her measurements now?

Let's get going. Everything except her panties off, please. We need to start with proper underwear size; the other measurements will come naturally from that.

[Rise just... gives the other blonde such a look at the question of what's wrong with her walk.]

You're still walking like a guy. Worse than that, you're trying to walk like a guy.

[She sighs. This'll be interesting.]

Whatever, I'll help with that later.

[And then Pidonus seems ready to get started... once their subject has decided to flop onto the couch, of course.]

C'mon, up!

[Rather boldly, she steps over and takes the other blonde woman's arm, pulling gently but firmly.]

You didn't think we'd get her measurements with you slouching like that, did you?

I hoped?

[ WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WALKS LIKE A GUY ugh well okay maybe it makes sense given he is a guy. But what's he supposed to do, wiggle his ass? He just walks like he... walks.

Before he can complain more, though, he's hauled back to his feet. Maybe he won't even have to do all that much and can leave most of the work to the girls; he just hopes they know what they're doing. If they do too much, Samus will definitely kill him whether or not she can take/wash it all off later... ]

All right, all right...

[ He figures that he'd feel equally uncomfortable in his own body, given all the fake limbs, so Adam doesn't think about it too much when he strips and pulls the top over his head but damn does this still feel weird. Yeah, it's a good thing only other women are going to see this body half naked... ]

*At which point the measuring tape is suddenly around Samus' chest, pulled tight, then loosened, then pulled just underneath and tightened again.*

Hrm. About what I expected. Standard cup range.

*And onward to the legs, the arms... Pidonus is actually taking and noting down a bunch of measurements.*

Good news is, she wears pretty typical sizes. It'll make customizing something much easier. Bad news is, how large of a wardrobe are we talking?

[Rise giggles at the suddenness of Pidonus' measurements. Bet the guy in this woman's body wasn't expecting that!

And then...]

... You call those standard?

[Rise just had to comment there. Even if she has to grudgingly admit they are within standard range.

She's just kind of jealous she's not anywhere close to that in her own body... (Yet? Yeah, let's hold on to the "yet"...)]

[ He tries not to move around too much, but Adam gives some very feminine sounding grunts anyway. Standard cup she may be, but a very generous C. Or maybe even D.

Once they're done, he quickly puts on the top again. He's pretty sure that anything he might have to say about that chest would come off as incredibly lewd given what he usually does with it. ]

Hrn. I was just thinking one outfit...

We can do that, if need be... But still, I need to go through all the pieces.

Underwear, legs, torso... We'll skip doing a hat, those are a pain if you want results that'd be useful here. If I had my own magic, they'd be easy...

Really?! Just one?

[If there had been no other signs before that would definitely prove to Rise that she's talking to a guy right now. It's a bit disappointing, really - they could do so many different things! But maybe they could try out a few options out in the shops to make up for it?]

What kind of outfit were you thinking?

[She glances over at Pidonus as she muses about the pieces required, and leans over to whisper.]

You have magic for stuff like this?!

[She doesn't say it out loud, but she's also wondering - why a hat?]

*Pidonus whispers back...*

Normally, yeah. Not all magic needs to be combat by nature.

Yeah, just one. Don't wanna overdo it and possibly force a wardrobe on her she might not even end up liking.

[ Besides, they don't have that much time, and he doubts Samus would have the patience to deal with the girls, even if they have fun tailoring more clothes for her.

He frowns a little when he hears the girls whisper.... girls. Then he clears his throat. ]

Short dress, combined with tights and long sleeves. She doesn't really need to show skin, and I don't want her to look cheap.

[Rise's actually impressed at that suggestion. Not remotely the first thing she would have expected a guy to say about a woman with that body. But it's true... she would look absolutely gorgeous in something like that! Even if Rise herself would have personally gone for showing a little skin...]

I guess one's enough for now! We can always help her out again later if she likes it.

One should work nicely.

Hrm....

*Pidonus laid out the fabrics she'd grabbed. Basic, earthy colors - warm, but not out of place in the Exsilium environment.*

Tights. Those'll be the hard part. Lemme get going on that. Rise, do you have ideas for a good short dress?

Sure.

[ Somehow he gets the feeling like he doesn't have to say much more from here on out, unless they come up with something really atrocious. The colors look all right, so he sits and leands back languidly, crossing his legs. At least some people are gonna have fun with this. ]

Well, if she doesn't want it to show skin...

[The feminine pronoun just slips out, and Rise doesn't bother correcting it even as she catches herself. If he can handle being a woman well enough to ask people over to design pretty clothes, he can handle being accidentally called one. Plus it's just weird talking about a dress for a "him", so the body's gender it is.]

There should definitely be long sleeves and maybe a teensy bit of a collar? We can make the skirt pretty daring if she's gonna be wearing tights.

[Yeah, she's starting to get an image in her head. Pidonus is the one doing the work, but since she asked for opinions, Rise might as well give 'em.

She gives a quick look to the fabrics in question... they're pretty muted for her tastes, but it looks like there's a shade or two of blue in there. She's still not sure if Pidonus intends to make something from scratch or go out shopping for things to customize, but it's an option!]

Something like that blue would be perfect! And the dress should be really fitted, too! Maybe give the skirt a bit of flare if you don't want it to be too clingy.

[That last bit was directed to their "customer" as well as Pidonus.]

We can work with details after we've got a basic shape. Right, Pidonus-san?

*As Rise goes through ideas, Pidonus is quickly laying the cloths out on the side idea, before getting to work on the tights.*

Sounds about right. Let's get this made!

[Samus kicked down the door and there was an explosion in the background and then doves flew out behind her. All the women in Adam's apartment instantly lost their virginity. Even if it was already gone, it was gone for the second time.

Samus was furious. Absolutely fucking furious; Adam had gone too far this time. It was one thing, even an expected thing that he would do questionable, droll acts in her body, but this?

She couldn't even understand his intentions behind the whole ordeal other than:

1) he was drunk and,

2) was enjoying the fact he even could get drunk in her body for any extended period of time, which would naturally, lead to all kinds of terrible ideas.

Like this.

This was a terrible idea. And rude. And disrespectful. And a blatant breech of her fragile-and-difficult-to-establish trust because he obviously went through some efforts to try and hide if from her. And just her.

Her retribution would be swift and fierce, augmentations thrumming and working better the less she consciously thought about putting one foot in front of the other. There was no knock, no warning.

She simply shoved her black, metal-clad hand between the door and thrust it open with a thunderous and ominous slam.]

[ So, later that night--after thanking the girls and urging them to leave, as well as briefly dropping by at Collette's place--he's done, sobered up, and quite satisfied with the results.

Samus probably won't be, but in the end there's no harm done and she easily takes offense to everything. He'd probably bitch a little if she made him wear something atrocious like an aloha shirt, but it's not like he couldn't simply take it off later.

Whatever. Right now, he really likes to look at himself in the mirror and forget for one moment that he is the one currently inhabiting this body. She's beautiful as it is, but she doesn't even have to do much to make herself even nicer and more feminine. It's a shame she doesn't care much, but he had way too much fun being vain, something he can't really afford to be anymore because it's difficult to hide what his own body went through.

Put emphasis on all the good parts.

When he registers the ominous slam coming from the entry area, it's not difficult to conlude it's probably Samus who has finally worked out how his body worked, even without posessing any augmentations himself right now. He tried summoning that suit briefly this morning, but gave up pretty quick--didn't want it, anyway. He sighs, bracing himself, and emerges out of the bathroom to go and meet Samus before she meets him.

Walking in these boots is almost harder than walking with augmented legs had been in the beginning, but he manages. ]

So, did you figure it out?

[ The augmentations. Other stuff. Either or. ]

[Samus is, almost comically, stunned into complete silence. The woman standing there is drop-dead gorgeous, she'll admit that--never thought in a million years could she think that woman could be her. That she could look like that. Raised by birds, raised by the military; looking pretty was never of any importance--not beyond general hygienics and maybe looking presentable for a mission briefing/debriefing. Nothing more than a good polish on her suit that wouldn't suffice.

It was fortunate Samus had plenty of natural beauty but personal appearances never a priority for her. Never. She thought it too vain and ego-centric to concern herself with, especially when there were bigger things to focus on.

But this is not the reason for her ire. Slowly, "Adam"'s face settles back into the familiar scowl.]

Yeah.

[The augmentations. Other stuff. This stuff.]

Why did you try to hide it from me.

[ Man, what a grumpface. Being able to look himself in the face during a conversation, it appears even grumpier than he'd always thought, but at least it works well when you want to keep people at bay. It's funny, because he does feel a little intimidated, though of course he thinks it's because of Samus solely and not because of her current appearance.

The ruined door gets a sidelong glance. Was that necessary, he wants to ask. If she's seen what he posted this morning--because somebody had to go and be an ass, he knows as much--the manner in which he did that was certainly out of line, but inebriation... however even without the alcohol in his system he probably still would have spent the day being useless and vain. It had been a lot of fun to see in what ways they could 'tune' her, so to speak, and find out what looks exceptionally good on her.

Even though he knew she would probably not approve of it, he didn't specifically do it to upset her. But at least it got her attention. It would be terrible if she didn't care what he did with and to her, on more than one level. ]

It was supposed to be a surprise, for starters, but I see that didn't work out. Wanted to make you look at yourself as a woman just once. [ Pause. ] I was getting a little carried away when I was drinking last night and this morning, and I'm sorry for that. Anyway-- [ he raises a hand, looking at the other man firmly, and steps forward ] before you start yelling at me or throwing punches, come with me to the bathroom for a minute.

[ He's not even sure if Samus will go along with it; it's hard to tell, like this, just how mad she really is about something he honestly does not consider one of his worst crimes, given it can be all changed back and he won't take offense if that happens. With a bit of a frown but without breaking eye contact, he does reach for one of her--actually his--artificial hands. ]

Look at myself as a woman...

[It's difficult to not want to laugh at the utter irony in this situation but she's just too pissed off and that statement only does well to incite more anger. The apology, she might be impressed with, if she even registered it at all above all her ire. She sneers and slaps his hand away, hoping it hurts.]

Why should that matter? You lied to me. You deliberately tried to hide this from me and made a fucking spectacle of my body on the damn network for everyone to see, and you think I'd be okay with [she gestures wildly to the end result] this?

[Samus continues, looming over Adam.]

Is me being a woman on my own right not good enough? Is there something so special about superficial make up or clothes that fundamentally defines a gender? Because it doesn't.

My position in the military wasn't defined by my gender. The suit of armor I wear doesn't define who I am. The clothes you wear or the augmentations in your body don't define who you are or what you've accomplished--what in your right mind made you think for a second that that is any kind of excuse I'd accept, Adam?!

[ Her reaction does startle him, although he'd seen it coming. The next words tumble out of his mouth rather reflexively, and are not something he's thought through at all--some kind of defense mechanism, maybe. ]

Why do you take offense to everything I do?! You know it's not like that!

[ It's not really about gender. Maybe he'd chosen the wrong word--maybe he should have said look at yourself as ordinary human, something like that. ] You're right that it doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter, so why are you--I was just being silly. But fine. Fine!

[ Huffing, he throws his small, feminine hands up, and resigns. ] I'll go wash it off and change. So sorry people got to see your gorgeous body. Continue running around in your suit of armor, see if I care.

[ He's so damn frustrated right now he honestly feels like crying, so he turns and stomps into the bathroom, almost tripping over his own two feet as he does so. ]

Silly?

[All aboard the ire-train, toot toot. It seems like every word Adam that tumbles out of his mouth only makes her more upset. Maybe it's all the extra testosterone in her body and estrogen in his, for all Samus knows; but she's following him into the bathroom anyway, if only to better yet all his idiocy.]

This isn't a fucking game. I could care less if you drink but my body isn't a god damned toy to show off to the other boys and girls!

[...and maybe see what's so damn important in the bathroom.]

Yeah, yeah.

[ TRY THE MIRROR. A really big, functional, not-broken mirror, although he's kinda in the mood to punch it right now. Some part of him had hoped to show a pretty reflection of something that will probably never be, as this very situation is proving right now.

He tries not to look now, frustration burning in his eyes as he positions himself in front of the sink to hastily undo the whole work of a day--the hair, first, then he pulls off the boots and kicks them carelessly out of the way. Now the face, before he'll strip; he turns on the water and reaches for a washcloth. ]

You're shitfaced and you brought this upon yourself. You're not going to get any pity from me.

[She's pointedly ignoring the mirror, or at least looking at "herself" in the mirror. Samus doesn't have any of the issues or hang-ups Adam did with his body because she's never known what "normal" was like anyway. She's never had the misfortune of having it taken away from her.

Still, it's unsettling to see the body moving and responding as thinks it to not be her body at all. It's equally as unsettling to see the body she's used to in the mirror all dolled up yet on the verge of crying.]

You're going about this all wrong.

[It's blurted out, entirely without her thinking. It's not like her to blurt out her feelings, which is probably a testament to how much she's been bottling them inside in regards to Adam, and for however their relationship can be defined as. This isn't how you woo her affections, Adam.]

Edited 2013-04-21 01:10 (UTC)

[ Whatever. He's way too busy washing his face right now, which is also the perfect opportunity to get rid of those tears in his eyes. He's really not the type to cry, especially not in front of someone else, but with that messed up makeup he probably doesn't look much better now. It's not like he knows how to properly remove it so he'll just scrub and scrub and scrub until its mostly gone. ]

Yes, everything I do is wrong, isn't it?

[ He angrily wrings out the washcloth. ]

And everything you do is right? Everything you say? It's all my fault that this isn't working.

[ And then tosses the wet thing right at Samus' face. Or rather, his own, before he starts to peel off the custom tailored clothes, next. ]

[Nooooo her beautiful faaaaace.

Slap.

Nooooo his beautiful wet face. The washcloth is ripped off and slammed on the ground with a growl. In one fluid movement, Samus thrusts her sleek, black, metallic hand for Adam's shoulder and pins him up against the wall, custom tailored clothes and all.

She's pressed up against him, snarling and baring teeth like she'd bite his face off for the insolent words coming out of his mouth. She doesn't even realize she's effortlessly lifted him--her body--up off the ground by an inch or two.]

Shut up!

[There's a crunch, likely coming from the wall, though Samus likened it to a bone crunch. There's a brief flicker of fear in her augmented eyes, and as suddenly as she'd pounced on him she recoils. She might not have any hang ups about visual appearances but this...

...This is what she fears the most--in her own body. She'd learn to control her dangerous abilities and steel herself away from people when she couldn't. Isolation was the best protection, Samus was convinced of this, and yet, had also slowly forgotten about it as she's stayed on this forsaken island. She'd even dared to want to forget it the longer she spent in Adam's company.

This was only further complicated by the fact her dangerous physical abilities now weren't even her own, so the only thing responsible for her violent reaction was all on her emotions.]

Stop it. I'll hurt you.

[Samus couldn't stand that.]

You're acting like a drunken childish brat who's pitching a fit because he's not getting his way. I'm not some prize to be won! I'm not a thing to show off or flaunt.

I just want to be [human] treated normal, like a human being. Not some prize, not a weapon...

[This part is sneered, if not strained. Her wording is deliberate and purposeful and she hopes he knows damn well why:]

...not the local oversized can opener.

[ Ouch.

He'd never felt this fragile. He knows Samus isn't a weak woman, far from it, but while she's very athletic she's still sort of small and... almost petite without her suit, and it's such a strange feeling, especially seeing and feeling himself, his own body, serving its purpose as a manmade weapon with too much strength.

If he wasn't scared before, he sure as hell is now. ]

You're already hurting me!

[ In more ways than one. He squeezes his eyes shut. He might be crying and he doesn't want to be, not over something like this. ]

...

[ There are other things he wants to say, but doesn't know how. It's not going to come out right, and after what Samus has said, there is no point trying to justify himself, if she thinks that's what he's doing... she's not a prize. He just doesn't know how to show his feelings and to say, 'you're great, and everyone should know about it' any other way.

He turns his head away, towards the ground, giving in. ]

Just let go.

...I'm sorry.

[It's said softly, though still strained. She takes a step back, a tightness griping her chest uncomfortably making it difficult to add anything more.]

MAKEOVER PARTY [closed]

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TAKE A TOUR OF ADAM'S APARTMENT, TODAY http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OtSAa5niU1Y

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